Demon Slayer Crying Novels & Stories

Rising up I flipped my bed over, then picked up my bedside lamp and slammed it against my bedroom door. “AHHH! Why the fuck did this have to happen?” I screamed out to no one. I have never cried before. I was surprised when tears sizzled down the cheeks of my face. They evaporated before they could hit the ground below. My demon form was rearing its ugly head, the emotion becoming too much for me to handle. I need to get to the gym. I punched the cement wall of the gym until my knuckles oozed black tar. A sure sign that I was not human. Not worthy of someone like her. If I kill that fucking prince of the dragon’s now, it could possibly kill Willow. “FUCK!”

Now, she says a lot of random things, venting out her emotions to the grave, which is incapable of giving the answer that she needs. "Why? Why are both of you like this to me? Why are you both pleading for them? I don't want it! I want to kill them! Why are you stopping me?" Samantha utters in a stammering way, while pointing a finger on the grave. She is too drunk to even stand steadily and keep her eyes open. "You have not changed even a bit. You are still like this, protecting them! Not all humans deserve to live in this world! Some of them are monsters at heart! Why can't you see that? I want to kill them! I want them dead. But why did you keep pleading for their lives? Huh?" She smashe

Then I found myself staring in the mirror. “This face is beautiful,” I murmured and tried to touch it but I couldn’t. I looked around and this place is beautiful. I can’t help but to smile and wonder what place I am right now. “Vishiea!” My attention shifted when I was triggered by that person shouting. My forehead knotted when I saw a lady crying while walking toward me. She’s crying, she hugged me tight and there’s a lot more characters behind her that I don’t know. “You’re awake, thank you.” She cried and a man got closer to us. She tapped the lady’s shoulder. Confused, I just watched her and let her hug me.

I can't take her back home. I looked at Shane and Theo. Dylan's giving up? Is this real? F-ck! F-ck! *** Samantha's POV When I opened my eyes again, I saw Dylan crying beside me. My lips parted. I don't know what to do. I can still feel his slap. It still stings, but I don't care. I'm already numb as f-ck. I flinched and clenched my jaws when Dylan grabbed me by my shoulders and stared into my eyes. He's crying.

I tried hard not to let them drop, I was stronger than this, all my restraints broke and they streamed down freely, not tears of hurt, but tears of shame, tears of being humiliated in the presence of a person I valued. “Are you okay?” Dita asked, I buried my face into my knees, everyone saw me get slapped, they shouldn't get to see me cry like a baby too. “I am really going to kill that bitch, why do they keep doing this to you?” No response, I sobbed. Dita knew I wanted to be alone, so she made space for me. She left me to drown in my pool filled with hurt. Seconds, then minutes, then hours passed along, I regained my composure, I was back to being the lively girl I was.

Fiora appeared thinner than before, her high cheekbones casting shadows over deep-set eyes. She was dressed in a black turtleneck that contrasted with her increasingly pallid face. "Have you no shame, Lina? Why are you still involved with Marco after calling off the engagement?" Fiora's voice was gravelly, her expression weary instead of the expected radiance. I immediately understood what was happening and looked at her with pure derision. I was no longer standing in their way, so all that drama—the pining, the pity, and the "final goodbyes"—lost its justification.

I cry more louder and painfully, putting all my frustrations and the pent up overwhelming feelings into the tears. 'Hey, why are you crying? Look I brought you some food, the food I could not give to you earlier since you decided to jump through the window and pay Lucifer a visit.' As I continue to cry, I hear the annoying voice of Jones in my ears. I did not even notice the door open or maybe, he did not even come through the door, he is a damn demon and I would not be surprised if he even teleported here. 'Take your stupid food away you demon, all this misfortunes happening to me is because of you and you still have the guts to joke about this?' I say to him angrily as I wipe a tear off my

Tears streaming out her eyes, her voice broke out halfway as she stammered with her eyes still glued to me, even though I wished that I could cut them off right now and watch as she'll scream the same way she tortured her. "Iris..." The name of my beloved leaving my lips as tears gathers back up in my eyes again, I clenched my fist even harder as I kept on watching as the demon was being dragged away. "Why...why aren't you doing anything, stop them!" Her shitty words fading out in air, her voice kept on cracking as she kept on yelling out over and overagain "Is...is because I hurt her..." The demon words ringing into my head, yet again it crushed me completely..

Her fingers tangled themselves into the grass as she pressed her hot brow to the cold earth, closing her eyes. As if time stopped- everything vanished; the pain, the numbness of her hands pressed into the ground. The sweat and blood felt like overkill now as she stood up, attempting to find balance. Despite how the process had ended, tears still spilled down her face and the demon of the past was trashing its claws against her heart. The lack of physical pain only made it feel lighter and easier to cry, and after holding off for months, she wholly submitted herself to her own emotions. Words stung behind her eyes and lashes bit across her skin, but after awhile, the words felt less fresh and

Damontry wiped her tears violently, using the sleeve of her shirt. Sehun turned towards her, getting close to her. “Why are you crying?” He whispered softly for her. Damentary hid her face in her sleeve as tears began to gather profusely in her eyes, and she could no longer stop them. "Because I can't stand it anymore, it's too stressful." A gasp leaked from between her lips to intensify to hide her face from him as she tried to hold together, and for a moment, Sehun regretted frightening her; He didn't expect her to cry like that, her gasps rose to sing.